[Author's Note: The events in this story follow those in the first chapter of Close To The Phone and A Turn For The Strange, both available here on Literotica. Reading them first is not necessary, but may enhance your understanding of the characters and events herein.]
A photocopied journal article about insect population and rainfall lay across my knee. I picked it up and reread the same page for the dozenth time. Distraction kept the words from sinking in. I finally laid the papers on the sofa beside me and let my head fall back against the cushion, my eyes closed. For the dozenth time that evening, my hand drifted toward the front of my shorts. I rubbed myself through my pants, idly, thinking about where my wife was and what she was doing.
For about seven months, my wife Janie had been seeing a lover named Tony. For about six months, I'd known it was going on. Once they told me, they were rather open about the whole thing. I didn't try to stop it. I got as much excitement out of their activities as my wife. For some reason, knowing that my wife was having sex with another man -- a handsome, tall, strong, well-endowed man -- was an unbelievably intense turn-on for me. His powerful personality contributed heavily to him getting what he wanted from Janie, and occasionally from me.
Tonight was one of Janie and Tony's date nights. That's what we called them. They usually involved the two of them going to Tony's house and having sex. Lots of sex. Sometimes they'd go to an upscale strip club where Tony made Janie tip the dancers. Occasionally they'd go to the local meat market dance club where he made Janie, scantily dressed, grind with him and the other men (and women) on the dance floor. I shivered as I imagined Janie brushing her hand against a stripper's thigh, tucking a folded bill into a garter. The thought of her pressing her tiny, perfectly shaped ass against Tony, or some other man or woman, was equally titillating. Her inhibitions and hang ups from an ultra conservative upbringing were melting away under his direction. His commands.
For that matter, so were mine.
The married student apartments where I attended graduate school had a free basic cable that had ten or so channels. We rarely turned it on, but I thought it might get my mind off their date long enough that my cock would stop aching. I leaned forward to turn on the television, but I was interrupted by the ring of the phone. It was after ten PM, the time I usually had the phone line tied up with the modem, so it wasn't anyone who knew me well.
"Jimmy?" Tony was at the other end. He had only called me once before during one of their dates. That time, he had me listen to the noises Janie made while he pounded away at her. It was tremendously exciting. I felt a rush of adrenaline. I thought I was about to listen again. My lovemaking with my wife was wonderful, but she never made those sorts of sounds with me.
"We're going to need your assistance. I want you to stop feeling yourself and come over."
I'd been to Tony's house before. A few times, when Janie wasn't available, he had me come over and give him oral. I didn't especially enjoy the act; but, in some perverse way, I enjoyed being told what to do and the feeling of helplessness in front of his commanding presence. He had a lot of pictures of Janie doing various things with him, and even a few pictures of Janie doing things with a married couple Tony knew. After I performed for him, he always let me look at the pictures. The images of her doing with them things she'd never done with me drove me to new heights of sexual arousal. It made the cocksucking bearable.
I didn't question his request. His order. His unspoken "or else..."
"Your house?" I assumed.
"No. We're at the Hampton Inn just south of the airport. Room 131. It's on the ground floor. It'll take you about fifteen minutes, so leave now." He hung up. There was no need to wait for my answer. He was confident that I would comply.
My hands were shaking as I brushed my hair and splashed water on my face. The keys jingled as I clumsily locked the sliding glass door. He had that effect on me. He had that effect on Janie, too. I didn't know the words submissive or dominant back then -- we were in our late twenties at the time -- but that's the relationship he had with us.
I'd wanted to watch the two of them together since I first learned he had taken my wife as his lover, his submissive. I say the word 'take,' because that's what he did. That was part of the thrill for Janie and me. My interest grew when Janie first told me about his huge cock, and the intensity and duration of their fucking. The mental picture of the tall, well-muscled man thrusting into my petite, slim wife was my primary masturbation fantasy.
As with most weekends, the parking lot was lightly populated. I dropped the keys twice while unlocking our ten year old, 1980 Monte Carlo. For a moment, I thought the old car wasn't going to start. The thought of calling the motel room and telling him I couldn't make it was frightening. A black cloud belched from the exhaust pipe, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The hand-me-down car sputtered to life.
Janie had the good car. Since she didn't drink, she was the designated driver for date nights that involved out. He had a straight shift Jeep Cherokee, and she couldn't drive it. That was okay with me. I didn't go anywhere when they were together. I enjoyed being alone and fantasizing about the two of them. I enjoyed the anticipation of the great sex we'd have when she got home. I wasn't allowed to touch her during the day of one of their dates, but we were free to do whatever we liked once she got home. Knowing I was getting Tony's seconds was a big plus for me.
I waxed philosophical during the drive to the motel. What parts of the brain were at work causing me to tremble? Was this kink, this fetish, a bad thing? Had social evolution promoted monogamous marriage? Were we going against human nature? How different were our behaviors and feelings from the normal population? However, all those questions evaporated when I saw Janie's car in the motel parking lot. I felt the thrill I'd felt when Tony first called me to tell me he was sleeping with my wife, and I felt my cock stiffen for the hundredth time that night.
I heard talking, laughing, and music through the door of room 131. It sounded like more than two people. Maybe I would get to see Janie in action with that other couple, too. I smiled at my good fortune. From the pictures, the couple was very attractive. Maybe I'd even get a little action. I was in good physical condition. Why not?
The voices stopped when I tapped quietly on the blue metal surface. Tony opened the door with the chain on, saw me, and then opened the door the rest of the way.
"Jimmy! My man!" I hated being called Jimmy. I suspected he had figured that out during my solo visits to his place.
Janie was sitting on the bed, naked. Her breasts, large for her small frame, were exposed; erect pink nipples signaled her state of arousal. The sheets were pulled up to cover her from the waist down.
A black man, as tall and muscular as Tony, stood between the two beds. I was stunned. Had he watched the two of them?
Tony's big hands were on his hips, and his intense blue eyes bore into me. He wore boxers and a faded yellow T-shirt with some gym's logo on the front. His hair was disheveled; from his and Janie's lovemaking, I guessed.
"We need your help, Jimmy. Your wife, Janie, just isn't into black guys. Or anal. I haven't been able to threaten or bribe her into even considering either of them."
This did not surprise me. Janie could be firm, and she had refused to even discuss those two things with me the couple of times I'd brought them up.
"My friend Derek here came over tonight expecting a little action along those two lines. And I just can't stand the thought of him leaving disappointed."
The excitement that had been building for the past thirty minutes instantly vanished, leaving a sub-zero vacuum in the pit of my stomach.
Derek smiled. It was an extremely predatory smile.
I started shaking my head. There was no way that I was going to do what I believed he was about to request.
I grew up in rural Alabama. Homosexuality and interracial dating were two of the strongest taboos in that region. I arrived at college a homophobe, and left only slightly less so. I had enjoyed looking at pictures of black men with white women, but I had never looked at any pictures of two men together. I just wasn't interested. I had convinced myself that I wasn't gay or bi for going over to service Tony; I was straight and very kinky, I told myself.
The corners of Janie's mouth were tight; a sure sign that she was trying not to smile. Our eyes met, but I wasn't able to hold her gaze. Her eyes flicked nervously over to Tony, waiting to hear what he'd say next.
Tony was grinning, nodding slightly, as if to confirm my unspoken suspicions. His white teeth were a marked contrast to his tanned skin and his sun bleached hair.
